Hearing Zhao Jiuge’s arrogant words, Mu Zijun laughed in anger and said, “I have the same idea!”

Then, without hesitation, he released his spirit force around him. The youth with the scar and Bai Zimo released their spirit force as well. Looking at the weakened Bai Qingqing and the bloody Zhao Jiuge, it would be like beating a drowned dog.

Seeing that the other side was going to attack, Luo Xie clenched the blood-colored sword in his hand. He was filled with a sense of excitement and softly asked Zhao Jiuge, “Jiuge, how should we deal with them?” 

“You guys don’t need to worry, I can deal with them alone. I need those 200-plus flags that they hold. Otherwise, I might not have enough to obtain the precious treasure-grade flying sword. Either I don’t get any or all three are mine!” He waved his hand, signaling Luo Xie and the dozen or so youths to not intervene. From his words, he intended to deal with the five of them on his own and take all three precious treasures for himself so Mu Zijun’s group couldn’t even get one!

Even though only three out of the five people had activated their spirit force, Zhao Jiuge could not deal with them alone! It was likely...